Quotes About Meditation

The exercise for centering oneself is a simple one. Stop thinking of what you intend to do. Stop thinking of what you have just done. Then, stop thinking that you have stopped thinking of those things. Then you will find the Now, the time that stretches eternal, and is really the only time there is. Then, in that place, you will finally have time to be yourself.

No, Fitz, this is life. And no one has time not to think of such things. Each creature in the world should consider this thing, every moment of the heart's beating. Otherwise, what is the point of arising each day?

But refusing to think about a thing only brings it more strongly to mind.

She composed herself and considered all the ways the great web touched her, and was content.

It was said often at my monastery, 'The wise man takes the shortest path to peace with himself.' Acceptance of what is, that is the shortest path.

Thinking is not always...comforting. It is always good, but not always comforting.

Being aware is being aware of one's own mind and the games it plays on itself.

What is it that brings me here to stand like a rock in this river of sound?

If there is meaning in the past and in the imagined future, it is captured in the moment. When you have all the time in the world, you can spend it, not on going somewhere, but on being where you are. So I stretch out, close my eyes, and listen to the rain.

When you have all the time in the world, you can spend it, not on going somewhere, but on being where you are. So I stretch out, close my eyes, and listen to the rain.

This was an exercise in personal forestry. But it was also an exercise in the creation of personal art. I could have been painting a landscape or composing a cycle of songs.

My questions were bigger than science could touch.

I have grown to believeA stone is a better pillow than many visions.

Calming himself, he drew in a long breath and reminded

All the time, I looked out our lattice window. I watched the birds fly by. I followed the clouds on their travels. I studied the moon as it grew larger, then shrank. So much happened outside my window that I almost forgot what was happening inside that room.

of thought—months, alone, of thought.

Peony, think of your own feet when you do this. You know how the toes are tucked under and how your mid-foot is folded in on itself? We accomplish this by rolling the bones under the foot as if you were rolling a sock. Can you do that?

Meditation is the key that opens the door to all the knowledge and understanding in life—certainly to our current lives and also to the many other lives we have led before. What

And I've thought of a way to help you with the concept of color. Close your eyes and be still, now. I'm going to give you a memory of a rainbow.

Kira closed her eyes, thought, and said them aloud. Madder for red. Bedstraw for red too, just the roots. Tops of tansy for yellow, and greenwood for yellow too. And yarrow: yellow and gold. Dark hollyhocks, just the petals, for mauve.... Broom sedge, she added, still remembering. Goldy yellows and browns. And Saint Johnswort for browns too, but it'll stain my hands. And bronze fennel--leaves and flowers; use them fresh--and you can eat it too. Chamomile for tea and for green hues.

there would be no way for anyone to get caught in the act of wondering

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They sat silently for a moment.

Ellen was motionless on the sidewalk